Just blaze (Oh Baby) oh baby uh killa
All the girls see the (Boy) look at his kicks (Boy)
Look at this car (Boy) all I say is (Oh Boy)
Look mami I'm no good I'm so hood
Clap at your soldiers sober then leave after it's over
Killa I'm not your companion or your man standin
Hit me when you wanna get rammed in I'll be scramblin
With lot's of mobsters shop for lobsters
Cops and robbers listen every block is blocka (Blocka )
But she like the way I diddy bop you peeped that
Mink on maury kicks plus chanel ski hat
She wan't the (Boy) so I give her the (Boy)
Now she screamin out (Boy Boy Boy Boy)
Now she playin with herself Cam dig it out lift her up
Ma it's just a f**k girl get it out pick on up
They wan't the boy Montana with guns with bandanas
Listen to my homeboy Santana
Y'all niggas can't f**k with the (Boy) I'm tellin ya (Boy)
Put a shell in ya (Boy) now he bleedin (Oh Boy)
Get him call his (Boy) he weezin he need his (Boy)
He screamin (Boy Boy Boy Boy)
Damn shut up (Boy) he's snitchin (Oh Boy)
This niggas *****in (Boy) he's twistin (Oh Boy)
If feds was listenin (Boy) damn whoa damn
I'm in trouble need bail money sh*t
Where the f**k is my (Boy) I got trust for my (Boy)
That's why I buck for my (Boy) that's my ni**a (Oh Boy)
He 'gone get his (Boy) he got love for his (Boy)
That's my (Boy Boy Boy Boy)
When he got caught with the (Boy) we went to court for the (Boy)
Just me and my (Boy) and we sayin (Oh Boy)
Be on the block with my (Boy) with the Roc fella (Boy)
When the cops come squalin
Yeah this is for the sports cars Benitas Jimmy's
PJ's old school eighteenth at the sports bar
Eight or nine on the (Boy) holla at your boy
Killa holla listen it's the D-I-P (Boy)
Plus the R-O-C (Boy) you'll be D-O-A (Boy)
Your moms will say (Oh Boy)
Sh*t ain't no stoppin 'em guns we got alot of 'em
Matter fact guroos start poppin 'em
Then slap up his (Boy) clap up his (Boy)
Wrap up his (Boy) get them gats (Oh Boy)
Diplomats are them (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy)
Say (Boy Boy Boy Boy)
Now when they see Cam and his (Boy) they say damn (Oh Boy)
Santana's that (Boy) that squeeze hammers (Oh Boy)
Canons and bandanas glammers we don't brandish
Blam at your man's canvas then scram with your man's leaded
And I'm back with my (Boy)
Until that man is vanished away in the Grand Canyon
These kids are grand standin
Niggas demand randsome over them grands scramblin (Boy Boy Boy Boy)
Well f**k it Van Dam 'em Cam a blam blam 'em
Call up his (Boy) I'm down south tannin
Mami I got the remedy Tommy's I bet the enemy
Hire me somebody but now my body your feelin like fanicky
Killa and Coppa we chill in Morocco for reela
We got what you chill it though and fill with them holla's huh
It's the (Boy) I said it's the (Boy)
I'm the (Boy Boy Boy Boy) Killa
